I feel them coming
And every time I do, I squint like I am running
Through a desert sand storm
Feels like I’m losing form
And it feels funny swallowing pretty hair and pretty smiles
The dark ocean view
My cat and my breaking family
Your promises that keep on flooding
This desk and that window
My mom and my pillow
My sad dad in the kitchen
Filling himself up with something
I just feel like running.
